DANGLING THE GOLDEN BAIT Creeping closer to the mine, Tom and Harry saw the ore dumped from a train of forty mules.

They also heard the fellow in charge of the train say that he would be back with two more loads that night.
"We don't need to wait to see the rest of the ore brought," Tom whispered to his chum.

"We know enough now." "Look over there," urged Hazelton.

"There goes the rest of the trick.

Men are shoveling the borrowed ore into the ore hoists." "Of course," nodded Tom, disgustedly.